Luyện nghe bài hát Light Pollution

John A. Hobson was a man
He used to loan me books and mic
He even got me a
To the Review

to records in his basement
Old folk about the government
It's love of not the market
He said these push on you

And yells, it don't cry
Whatever sells will
But there's no when you die
So don't so worried

He got a life, lost his day job
Pushing papers, swinging
Anything to serve a
Or to some time

You earn this living somehow
You're good as dead without a bank
But funny how alive he has felt down
In that line

With all trash at his feet
The pools of in the street
All of filthy empathy
For the way we're

worry
Don't
worry

The shade
The flags they
The anthem's playing
The baseball game was out

And all at
You saw the and heard
Every sound
Got in his truck and around

Drove out the crowd and the cops
Drove out that center mall
Drove out past sickening sprawl
Out past that fenced in

And he lost control
Fucking the radio
But I bet the seem so close
At the end

At the end
At the end
At the end
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